“Male assaulted. PD on scene” reads the MDT. It’s raining and traffic is heavy, so I have to actually pay attention to the roads instead of the book I was reading.
I’m reading the new Grisham book, Gray Mountain. I can’t recommend it yet.
We finally make it on scene to find a guy in his early thirties standing with local law enforcement in the living room of his apartment. He has blood streaming down his face, and he is holding a towel against his head.
Shaq is taking the lead on this one. He’s going to be in Paramedic school soon, and needs to get used to assessing patients. Plus, he is really good at it. Good enough that I rarely have any questions for my patients, or tips for my partner.
After sensing an opening in the conversation with local law enforcement and the injured gentleman, Shaq breaks in:
“Man, what happened to your head?”
“That bitch hit me with a smoovie!”
“Yeah! A smoovie!”
A glance at the gentlemen with the firearms confirms the previous point: they have no idea what is going on either, and how a cold fruit emulsion could have caused such a wound.
“She hit you in the head with a smoothie?”
“Yeah! I said that already!”
“But how did it cut you like that?”
“Cuz it’s heavy, man! Damn!”
“But, it’s soft, and it’s in a styrofoam cup or something.”
“Naw, man! It’s heavy!”
“A smoothie is heavy?”
“Yeah, man. Heavy. One of them things you smoove your clothes with!”
“One of the things you smooth your clothes with?”
“But, I don’t really…I’m confu-oh! Do you mean an IRON?”